A curious genie, an absurd soldier
There isn’t a burden he won’t shoulder,
When asked what makes his hardship worthwhile ?
He says, only seeing my girls smile.

They are all my princesses, he says
But with strong hearts for weary days.
My flying carpet takes them on new adventures,
For new experiences are always fortuitous ventures.

Faith and humility, his formative stands determination and will, his defining brand
Always,
When asked what makes his hardship worthwhile ?
He says, only seeing my girls smile.

Hiding your fear behind a mask of confidence
Understanding that it's always best to lead by example
You make the rough going easy
You make every grey seem cheery

Projecting your strengths
And keeping your faith
You make the rough going easy
You make the grey seem cheery

Your smile always conceals the pain
It is what I always seek for reassurance
Dear Father, you may not be able to reduce our burdens
But that isn't your aim either

Because even if the going isn't always easy
Or the grey cheery
Your girls have the right heart
To persevere

It was just a little swing wasn't it ?
That my grandfather built
But oh, the joy to sit in it

To a girl of age six ,
The swing was a rocket ship
There was no mood it couldn't fix!

With every swing forward,
My hearts would soar
Eyes , wide and bright
Trying to see the far reaches of the sky.

It was just a little swing wasn't it ?
That my grandfather built
But oh, the joy to sit in it

How do we let go
When my lover becomes a foe
The change that tipped the scales
Sending everything off the rails
*Sadly , left my love unscathed

Regret
Filled with love,sadness but mostly regret
For all that I didn't do
For all that I didn't say
It's rightly said
We don't know better until knowing better is useless
Presumptions cloud judgement
Which lead to wrong choices bring made
And then in just one instant
Everything changes
The life you knew , the things you took for granted
And those choices you made haunt you
Tears don't salvage the pain
Nothing can
There doesn't seem to be a way out
Sometimes , you just stop and ask yourself
Is it actually so dramatic ?
Is what youre feeling normal ?
Should you really miss someone so much ?
Should you really long for just one last conversation with them?
When you know it's an unrealistic desire
Because no one returns from the light.

Words are just words
Until you give them sentiment
Take that power away,
And they are just hollow letters.

A storm was coming,
She knew it was close and it would devestate her
Her mentors urging her to depart
She could've left ,
She should've left.
Yet, she stayed back at great cost
Alienated and pitied,
For the innocent souls who depended on her
She could've left,
She should've left.
The storm is now her world,
But her children live in sunshine
She lays beside the beast each night,
Whilst her angels play with sun rays
She could've left,
She should've left.
But she didn't
For she isn't a martyr , she is a mother

Pretend is the name of the game
Pretend is how it's played
There's not much to learn
And it's everyone's turn
Pretend is the name of the game
Pretend is how it's played
There are no winners
It's a game full of sinners
Pretend is the name of the game

An incomprehensible enormity lies around
Gaze into the enormity above
Modest and unassuming
And then ponder,
On the pretentious pride you uphold

The perfect two
The kindred spirits
A fantasy or an actuality, I wonder
For the fairytale that I live in
Princesses are merchandise
And the prince is the merchant